[GG] Aberration
Title: Aberration
Pairing: Chuck/Dan
Rating: R-NC17
Spoilers: None
AN: For Laura slash gets_it_faster. Also, this hasn't been betaed, so bear with me.
It happened once. Just once, when Chuck made one snide remark too many, when his numerous cronies were missing.
Dan snapped. Lost his good boy act, just dropped it, and the listened to it shatter on the ground like glass fracturing. And Dan didn’t care. He just slammed Chuck against the door, placing his forearm across Chuck’s throat, his trademark scarf soft against Dan’s wrist.
“So help me God, Chuck, don’t you ever talk about my sister again. If I ever even hear her name coming from your filthy lips again I will make sure you aren’t quite so pretty anymore.”
Chuck sneered, rising precariously onto his toes to alleviate the pressure on his throat. “Why, Humphrey, I had no idea you swung that way. And I’m flattered, really, I am, bu-”
“Do you ever get off your pedestal, Chuck? You think no one knows about you and Archibald, no one knows how fucking in love with him you are? Because they do. They can see you panting after him, even if he can’t.”
Swallowing hard, Chuck looked away, pushing slightly against Dan. “Nathaniel and I are simply friends, Humphrey. Of course, your vulgarity presumes otherwise. Who would have though holier than thou Humphrey had such a vocabulary? Brushing up for the SATs? Let me assist you; ‘fucking’, commonly known as fornication, is the act of penetrative sex.” Chuck paused and bared his teeth amicably. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, then, would you?”
Dan slammed Chuck back up against the wall, one elbow slipping to brace against Chuck’s sternum, his other fist clutched in expensive cloth. “If you’re so sure of my naiveté, Chuck, why don’t you remedy it?” Dan growled, shaking Chuck like a mother cat would a recalcitrant kitten. He barely paid attention to his words, fury and anger and, yes, arousal resonating through his body with each pulse of blood.
Chuck smiled slowly, his eyes slowly darkening, black flooding brown. He slid his knee up, leaning back against the wall, his thigh pushing between Dan’s. He shoved lightly against the hardness he found between Dan’s thighs. “Well, well, Humphrey. You aren’t a mouse, then. Nor a eunuch.”
“Do you ever use your mouth for anything worthwhile, Bass, or just to spout sycophantic bull to gain the respect of your father, to make Archibald love you? Except, no, you’ve hardly succeeded in either account, have you?”
Chuck’s smile froze, and slipped away in slow increments. He brought his arms up between them and shoved against Dan’s chest violently, tension cording the thick muscles. Dan, all his weight braced against Chuck and the wall behind him, moved nary an inch.
“Let go of me,” Chuck said quietly.
Dan’s eyebrow furrowed in confusion, thrown at the change in tension. “What?”
“Let the fuck go of me, right now!” Chuck snarled, his voice rising only slightly but the intensity growing until it rang out in the room, echoing into the corners of the pristine bathroom.
Dan startled at the conviction in his voice, at the threat Chuck posed and perceived. Bile rose in the back of Dan’s throat and he stepped away, dropping Chuck with alacrity.
Jesus. Chuck felt genuinely threatened by him.
Chuck sucked in a harsh breath through his nose, unnaturally loud in the silent room, and took one step further to drop to his knees at Dan’s feet. He used shaking fingers to pop the button, pulling down the zip so slowly that every click of the eyes coming undone resonated through Dan.
He slid Dan’s boxers down, leaving them trapped around his thighs, effectively pinning him. Dan looked down at him in shock, dark eyes wide and stunned. “Wh-what?” he stuttered, even as his hips moved forward into the cool grip of Chuck’s fingers.
“We both want this, Humphrey, so why don’t you just shut up and enjoy it, hmm?” Chuck hissed hoarsely, and fed the length of Dan into his mouth, sucking hard. He let his other hand snake up between Dan’s legs to roll and play with his balls, pulling back and focusing his attention at the sweet spot below the head of Dan’s cock, tonguing it roughly.
Dan moaned and thrust his hands into Chuck’s hair, fingers clenching tightly around thin strands of hair. Chuck moaned around Dan’s dick, the fingers of his spare hand scrabbling for purchase on Dan’s hip, and he ducked his head further down, sucking more into his mouth.
There was a rough thud, the door skidding open and hitting Dan sharply along his back, and there was a stunned sound of shock, a curse, and Chuck ripped his mouth away. “Out!” Chuck said, voice hoarse and breathless. “Get out!” He said, and as soon as the sound of the door hitting the frame reached them, slid back down, sliding his mouth hotly over Dan’s dick.
Dan groaned, hips stuttering forward into Chuck’s mouth, and closed his eyes tightly. “We, Chuck, we sh-”
Chuck rolled his balls together again, and slid down down down, struggling a little to deep-throat him, inhaling sharply through his nose as he felt the tickle of pubic hair. He hummed a little, years of experience at bringing boys off quickly, and Dan called out harshly, pumping once, twice and again, coming with a deep shudder.
He collapsed over Chuck awkwardly, barely catching himself with one hand against the wall as he curled over Chuck, panting harshly. Chuck leant to the side, reached up and spat at the sink, strings of come connecting from Chuck’s mouth to the porcelain until he swiped a hand half-heartedly across his mouth. He sat back on his knees, eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand into his own pants, pulling out his own dick and yanking harshly, moaning through his teeth.
Dan stood over him, watching, eyes still glazed. “Chuck,” he started, and then took a startled step away when Chuck arched abruptly, coming in long, ropy strands across the tile on the floor, calling out a bitten-off name. He’d turned at the critical moment, escaping most telltale stains bar one on his knee.
Staggering to his feet, Chuck washed his hands, splashed water over his knee to scrub away the stains. He didn’t meet Dan’s eyes in the mirror. “You can go now, Humphrey,” he said, and didn’t look back at the sounds of pants being hurriedly yanked up, at the slamming of a door.
He gargled his mouth, and rejoined Nate and the others, hair ruffled and dark pants wet.
It was only the one time, but it haunts them both, and sometimes when Dan sees piles of blonde hair below him, it isn’t Serena he’s thinking of.
Pairing: Chuck/Dan
Rating: R-NC17
Spoilers: None
AN: For Laura slash gets_it_faster. Also, this hasn't been betaed, so bear with me.
It happened once. Just once, when Chuck made one snide remark too many, when his numerous cronies were missing.
Dan snapped. Lost his good boy act, just dropped it, and the listened to it shatter on the ground like glass fracturing. And Dan didn’t care. He just slammed Chuck against the door, placing his forearm across Chuck’s throat, his trademark scarf soft against Dan’s wrist.
“So help me God, Chuck, don’t you ever talk about my sister again. If I ever even hear her name coming from your filthy lips again I will make sure you aren’t quite so pretty anymore.”
Chuck sneered, rising precariously onto his toes to alleviate the pressure on his throat. “Why, Humphrey, I had no idea you swung that way. And I’m flattered, really, I am, bu-”
“Do you ever get off your pedestal, Chuck? You think no one knows about you and Archibald, no one knows how fucking in love with him you are? Because they do. They can see you panting after him, even if he can’t.”
Swallowing hard, Chuck looked away, pushing slightly against Dan. “Nathaniel and I are simply friends, Humphrey. Of course, your vulgarity presumes otherwise. Who would have though holier than thou Humphrey had such a vocabulary? Brushing up for the SATs? Let me assist you; ‘fucking’, commonly known as fornication, is the act of penetrative sex.” Chuck paused and bared his teeth amicably. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, then, would you?”
Dan slammed Chuck back up against the wall, one elbow slipping to brace against Chuck’s sternum, his other fist clutched in expensive cloth. “If you’re so sure of my naiveté, Chuck, why don’t you remedy it?” Dan growled, shaking Chuck like a mother cat would a recalcitrant kitten. He barely paid attention to his words, fury and anger and, yes, arousal resonating through his body with each pulse of blood.
Chuck smiled slowly, his eyes slowly darkening, black flooding brown. He slid his knee up, leaning back against the wall, his thigh pushing between Dan’s. He shoved lightly against the hardness he found between Dan’s thighs. “Well, well, Humphrey. You aren’t a mouse, then. Nor a eunuch.”
“Do you ever use your mouth for anything worthwhile, Bass, or just to spout sycophantic bull to gain the respect of your father, to make Archibald love you? Except, no, you’ve hardly succeeded in either account, have you?”
Chuck’s smile froze, and slipped away in slow increments. He brought his arms up between them and shoved against Dan’s chest violently, tension cording the thick muscles. Dan, all his weight braced against Chuck and the wall behind him, moved nary an inch.
“Let go of me,” Chuck said quietly.
Dan’s eyebrow furrowed in confusion, thrown at the change in tension. “What?”
“Let the fuck go of me, right now!” Chuck snarled, his voice rising only slightly but the intensity growing until it rang out in the room, echoing into the corners of the pristine bathroom.
Dan startled at the conviction in his voice, at the threat Chuck posed and perceived. Bile rose in the back of Dan’s throat and he stepped away, dropping Chuck with alacrity.
Jesus. Chuck felt genuinely threatened by him.
Chuck sucked in a harsh breath through his nose, unnaturally loud in the silent room, and took one step further to drop to his knees at Dan’s feet. He used shaking fingers to pop the button, pulling down the zip so slowly that every click of the eyes coming undone resonated through Dan.
He slid Dan’s boxers down, leaving them trapped around his thighs, effectively pinning him. Dan looked down at him in shock, dark eyes wide and stunned. “Wh-what?” he stuttered, even as his hips moved forward into the cool grip of Chuck’s fingers.
“We both want this, Humphrey, so why don’t you just shut up and enjoy it, hmm?” Chuck hissed hoarsely, and fed the length of Dan into his mouth, sucking hard. He let his other hand snake up between Dan’s legs to roll and play with his balls, pulling back and focusing his attention at the sweet spot below the head of Dan’s cock, tonguing it roughly.
Dan moaned and thrust his hands into Chuck’s hair, fingers clenching tightly around thin strands of hair. Chuck moaned around Dan’s dick, the fingers of his spare hand scrabbling for purchase on Dan’s hip, and he ducked his head further down, sucking more into his mouth.
There was a rough thud, the door skidding open and hitting Dan sharply along his back, and there was a stunned sound of shock, a curse, and Chuck ripped his mouth away. “Out!” Chuck said, voice hoarse and breathless. “Get out!” He said, and as soon as the sound of the door hitting the frame reached them, slid back down, sliding his mouth hotly over Dan’s dick.
Dan groaned, hips stuttering forward into Chuck’s mouth, and closed his eyes tightly. “We, Chuck, we sh-”
Chuck rolled his balls together again, and slid down down down, struggling a little to deep-throat him, inhaling sharply through his nose as he felt the tickle of pubic hair. He hummed a little, years of experience at bringing boys off quickly, and Dan called out harshly, pumping once, twice and again, coming with a deep shudder.
He collapsed over Chuck awkwardly, barely catching himself with one hand against the wall as he curled over Chuck, panting harshly. Chuck leant to the side, reached up and spat at the sink, strings of come connecting from Chuck’s mouth to the porcelain until he swiped a hand half-heartedly across his mouth. He sat back on his knees, eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand into his own pants, pulling out his own dick and yanking harshly, moaning through his teeth.
Dan stood over him, watching, eyes still glazed. “Chuck,” he started, and then took a startled step away when Chuck arched abruptly, coming in long, ropy strands across the tile on the floor, calling out a bitten-off name. He’d turned at the critical moment, escaping most telltale stains bar one on his knee.
Staggering to his feet, Chuck washed his hands, splashed water over his knee to scrub away the stains. He didn’t meet Dan’s eyes in the mirror. “You can go now, Humphrey,” he said, and didn’t look back at the sounds of pants being hurriedly yanked up, at the slamming of a door.
He gargled his mouth, and rejoined Nate and the others, hair ruffled and dark pants wet.
It was only the one time, but it haunts them both, and sometimes when Dan sees piles of blonde hair below him, it isn’t Serena he’s thinking of.